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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Suicide,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.