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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.