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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.