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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.