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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.