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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Trojans,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.