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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.