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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.