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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.