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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.