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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Organ,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.