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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.