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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.