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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.