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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Ossler,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.