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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.