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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.