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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.