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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.