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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.