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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.