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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Evens,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.