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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.