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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.