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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.