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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Television,
X-101,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.