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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.