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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.