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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
MC5,
The Index,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.