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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.