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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.