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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.