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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.