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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.