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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.