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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.