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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.