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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.