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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.