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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.