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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.