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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
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.