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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.