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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.