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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.