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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
UT,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.