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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.