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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.