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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.