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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.