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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.