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 India 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.