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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Deepchord,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.