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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.