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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald 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.