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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.