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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 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?
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.