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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.