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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.