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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.