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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.