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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.