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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.