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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.