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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.