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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.