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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.