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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.