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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.