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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Youth Brigade 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Technova,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.