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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Litter to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.