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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Television,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.