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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.