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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.