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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Television,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.