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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Doors,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.