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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.