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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.