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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.