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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.