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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.