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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.