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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.