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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.