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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.