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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.