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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Q65,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.