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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.