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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.