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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.