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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Franke,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.