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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Index,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.