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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Can,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.