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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Index,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.