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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.