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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.