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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.