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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.