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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.