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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.