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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.