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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.