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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.