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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.