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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.