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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.