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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 güiro 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Josef K,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.