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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.