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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.