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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.