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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Pylon,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.