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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.