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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.