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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Excepter 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.