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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.