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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.