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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Suicide,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.