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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Move,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.