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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.