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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.