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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.