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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.