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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Monks,
Can,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.