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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.