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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.