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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.