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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.