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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Ituana,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.