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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.