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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.