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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.