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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.