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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Fall,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.