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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.