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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.