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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.