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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.