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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Monks,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Index,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.