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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.