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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.