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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Nico,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.