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 Canada and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.