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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.