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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.