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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.