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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.