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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.