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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.