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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.