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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.