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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.