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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.