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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.