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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.