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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
10cc,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.