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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.