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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.