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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.