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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.