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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.