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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.