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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Smog,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.