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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
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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.