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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.