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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
MC5,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.