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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
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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.