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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.