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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.