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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.