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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.