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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.