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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.