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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.