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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.