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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.