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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.