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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.