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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.