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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.