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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.