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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.