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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.