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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.