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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.