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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.