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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.