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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
AZ,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.