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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Can,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.