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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
MC5,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.