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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.