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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.