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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.