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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.