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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.