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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.