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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.