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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Organ,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.