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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.