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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.