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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.