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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.