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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Names,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.