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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.