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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.