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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.