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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.