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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.