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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Grass Roots,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
MC5,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.