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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.