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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.