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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.