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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.