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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.