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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.