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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.