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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
The Residents,
the Association,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.