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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.