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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.