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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.