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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.