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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.