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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.