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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.