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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.