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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.