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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Television,
The Sound,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.