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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.