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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.