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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.