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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.