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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.