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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.