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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.