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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.