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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.