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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.