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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.