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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.