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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.