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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.