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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.