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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.