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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.