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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.