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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Nas,
The Names,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.