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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Visage to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Slave,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.