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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.