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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.