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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Interpol,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.