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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.