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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.