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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.