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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.