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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.