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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.