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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.