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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
UT,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.