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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
UT,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Wire,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.