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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.