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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.