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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.