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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.