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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.