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 Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.