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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.