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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.