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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.