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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bar-Kays 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.