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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.