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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.