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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.