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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.