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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.