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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Wings,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.