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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.