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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Crime,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.