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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.