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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.