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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Smog,
UT,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.