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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
CMW,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.