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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.