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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.