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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.