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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.