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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.