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 China and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.