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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
PIL,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.