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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.