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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.