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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Mars,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Smog,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.