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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.