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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.