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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.