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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.