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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.