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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
UT,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.