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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.