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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.