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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.