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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.