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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Scion,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
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.