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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.