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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.