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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.