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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Swans,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Franke,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.