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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.