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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Index,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.