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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.