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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.