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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.