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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
EPMD,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.