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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.