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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.