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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 John Cale 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.