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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.