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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.