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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.