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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.