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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.