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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.