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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Scion to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.