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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.