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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.