Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.