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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.