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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Wire,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.