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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.