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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.