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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.