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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.