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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.