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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.