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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Slackers 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.