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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Pagans,
The Names,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.