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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
JFA,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.