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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.