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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.