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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.