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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.