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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.