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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.