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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.