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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.