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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.