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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Faust,
MDC,
Jandek,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.