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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.