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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.