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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Slave,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.