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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.