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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.