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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.