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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.