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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Can,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.