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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Skaos,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.