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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.