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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.