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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.