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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.