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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.