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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.