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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
UT,
The Selecter,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.