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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Zapp,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.