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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.