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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.