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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.