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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.