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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 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 Delta 5 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.