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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.