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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Television,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.