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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.