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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
the Normal,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.