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 Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.