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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Television,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.