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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.