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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.