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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
X-101,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.