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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.