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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.