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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.