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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.