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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
X-101,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.