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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
DNA,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.