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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.