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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Faust,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.