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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.