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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.