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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.