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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Monks 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.