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 Yemen and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.