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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.