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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.