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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.