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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre 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 jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.