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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.