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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.