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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.