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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.