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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.