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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.