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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.