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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.