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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Can,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.