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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Suicide 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
JFA,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.