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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.