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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
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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.