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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.