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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.