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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Can,
DNA,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.