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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Mummies 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.