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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.