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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.