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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.