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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.