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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.