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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Television,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.