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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.