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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.