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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.