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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
UT,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.