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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.