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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Scion,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.