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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.