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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.