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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.