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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.