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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.