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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.