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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.