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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.