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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Evens,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.