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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.