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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
June Days,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.