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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.