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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.