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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.