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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Can,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.