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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.