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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.