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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
The Wake,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.