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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.