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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.