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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.