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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.