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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.