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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.