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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.