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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.