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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.