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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.