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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.