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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.