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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Audionom,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.