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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren 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.