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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.