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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.