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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.