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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.