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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
10cc,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.