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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.