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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.