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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.