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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.