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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.