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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.