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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.