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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.