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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.