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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.