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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.