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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.