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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.