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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.