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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.