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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.