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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.