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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.