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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.