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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Index,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.