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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.