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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.