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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.