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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.