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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Wake to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Whodini,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.