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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.