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 Malawi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.