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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.