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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.