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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.