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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.