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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.