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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.