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 Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
the Association,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Move,
cv313,
Shoche,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.