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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.