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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.