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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Techniques to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.