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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.