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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
New Order,
Nas,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.