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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Television,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.