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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.