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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.