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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.