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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.