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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.