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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Technova,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.