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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.