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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.