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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.