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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Wake,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.