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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.