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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
ABC,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.