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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.