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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.